Remember before Facebook there was My Space? What a merger could have taken place to benefit those into selfies! It could have been called My Face. Just had a great idea. People could vote to remove a face once they got tired of watching the person's addiction to what I believe is a combo of insecurity and self worship of people that have a need to plaster cyberspace with photos of themselves. I have family members that are guilty, guilty, guilty. Of course you have the cutest kids in the world. Of course you look awesome on photo of the day. Of course it takes a lot of effort to be busy being fabulous. One who will remain unlabeled used to go overboard with My Space...videos of oneself in a two piece water skiing and then post so much blah, blah, blah about your life that if I were a stalker I would know where to grab you at home, going to work, leaving work, at ballgames, at kids numerous after school lessons, wherever you were headed to eat or shop, blah, blah, blah. When you are for instance sitting in a hospital surgery intensive care waiting room this person pulls out the phone (excuse me, most recently the tablet) and asks "did I show you a picture of blah, blah, blah." Of course not silly you have not had a chance to torture me with that since the last holiday gathering and now that a loved one's life is in the balance I must, I repeat must, take a lookie at just how fabulous and successful you and yours are! Why, that there photo is almost as impressive as the ten thousand monograms in your home of your names and initials on everything. Really, you should get a family crest trademarked. Your child would not likely know her own name if it were not emblazoned above her bed and on towels and washcloths along with everything else imaginable displaying name or at least initials around her bedroom. I really should cease the rant now before I get a case of social media syndrome myself. The duck face was new to me as well and all the comments about it really quacked me up. I know the electronic age is here but I sometimes wish I had been born a century or so ago.